Tina
Tina lives in Berlin
Her voice so seldom
And my machine
Is here tonight
And I'm on the market
And when I'm on the market
Words move in wire
Like a skin
Like a salty skin
For a seed of fat circles
Mmm
Smilin', smilin'
Her voice so intentionally
Smilin'
And clouds move between us
And these are my intentions
These are my intentions
Pushin'
Push
Pushin'
Push
Ah
Hey
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hey
Kiss me
I've seen you
I've seen you on the floor
Yeah, I know about you
I've been told about you
You're waitin' on wings
Waiting for me to call
Waitin' on wings where the air is thin
Coming through the tiny holes
You're hung up
Coming through the tiny holes
Your fingers
Coming through the tiny holes
In the edges of the night
And the tips of your wings are
Coming through the tiny holes
Pushin'
Push
Ah
Your blonde is, uh, carryin' me
Is, uh, carryin' something
That I used to be
Great plastic someone
Blue plastic girl
Your dream is pushin', pushin', pushin'
Pushin'
A push away, your body is
Pushin'
Come here for the unbelieve, yuh
Carry on song
Lipstick fuck
Boyfriend blonde
Between rows of seats
She professionally poised
She's watching the faces
Watching the faces
Watching her
Push
Comments (0)